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pov: you just saw the world's smallest 9yo kill your boss and now youre next
A microfic for the @rote-microfic prompt "kiss" (327 words) Spoilers for Assassin's Fate.
I held onto the kisses longer than I should have, but thinking of them always churned up some emotion within me, and that emotion could also be put into the wolf. But there was so little of me left, and I had no choice.
The first kiss was a surprise, and it was fast. There and gone. I could not get past the shock of it to know what else it was. I wanted a second one, a slower one, so I could have the time to feel what it is I felt. But then he left.
I put it into the wolf.
The second kiss was long and torturous, a conduit for returning abandoned memories. It was only through love in his lips, the care of his kiss that I did not collapse from the weight of them. I had been too overwhelmed with the memories to appreciate it, and by the time I was ready for another, he had left once more.
I put it into the wolf as well.
The third was a disguise for the healing I imparted on him, a distraction from the way I gave him all I could. If one of us must die, the other must live, for Bee’s sake. I had been too busy healing him to kiss well, but that scarcely seemed to matter, distracted as he was. At my insistence, he had left me there to die.
This too I put into the wolf.
It’s a strange thing to realize that we only ever kissed farewell. It was impossible, since he was here and I was a feast for worms, yet some foolish part of me ached to one day receive a kiss of greeting.
I held onto the pain, savoring its sharpness. Against the numbness of everything else I had given up, it was a wildfire. I had the distant memory that it had always been like this.
Then I put it into the wolf.
The email I wrote to Robin Hobb after finishing Assassin's Fate
I was clearing out old drafts from my overflowing gmail and found some correspondence with Robin that included my reactions after finishing the series. I won't include her replies, but here's some excerpts of what I said to her.
"I'm trying to remember which movie this quote is from: "Are there any happy endings?" "No. Because nothing ends."
"Even if you never return to the Realm of the Elderlings (which somehow I doubt) there is plenty of fodder for our imaginations. The surviving characters are fascinating people with feet placed on the trailheads of the rest of their lives, doubtless with many more nexus moments to face - whether or not that ends up being documented."
"This morning I'm enjoying late breakfast with my daughters on their first day of summer vacation, finishing my first reread of Fool's Quest and Assassin's Fate. I've read so many different reactions on the unrestricted chat Facebook page, and I think those who didn't get what they wanted will find more richness, more solace when they come back knowing what to expect. I'm glad you stayed true to your vision." "I hope you are basking a bit. Ending a series is bound to arouse every reaction under the sun from your fanbase. For me, having Fitz/Beloved/Nighteyes become the Wolf of the West was just the perfect resolution. Their circle forever joined at last. They are still alive in my head every day. I also love how much agency Bee seized for herself. Amazing, powerful girl!"
STARTING ASSASSIN'S FATE I AM SO NERVOUS
do we ever learn what boy-o's real name is bc no way in hell are people calling him that name. i know on vivacia they call him trellvestrit but still.